Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Afghanistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing the Fania All-Stars to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Crime. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & Metallica tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sad Lovers and Giants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rod Modell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Birthday Party,
Maleditus Sound,
John Coltrane,
Circle Jerks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Los Fastidios,
Rites of Spring,
Loose Ends,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
Ohio Players,
Skriet,
Sonny Sharrock,
Arthur Verocai,
kango's stein massive,
World's Most,
Fluxion,
Letta Mbulu,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
DNA,
The Mummies,
Sam Rivers,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Intrusion,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Laurel Aitken,
The Evens,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
Robert Wyatt,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Sonics,
Gil Scott Heron,
The American Breed,
New York Dolls,
Pantaleimon,
The Divine Comedy,
Sarah Menescal,
Boz Scaggs,
Rakim,
Easy Going,
Darondo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Derrick May,
Pole,
Nik Kershaw,
Lindisfarne,
Joey Negro,
Carl Craig,
Q65,
Johnny Clarke,
Outsiders,
Von Mondo,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sixth Finger,
Fat Boys,
Main Source, Main Source, Main Source, Main Source.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.